The closer you get, the less time you have to dodge.
Dodging this last bullet was no simple matter.
Hearing Lu Qiu's roar, Xu Fan tensed up, ready to react.
But seeing where Lu Qiu was pointing his gun now, Xu Fan couldn't help but frown.
Lu Qiu's courage seemed to have been thoroughly shattered by him; he was not pointing the gun at himself.
With a wicked tilt of his mouth, Xu Fan laughed menacingly, "What's the matter? Lu Qiu, can't even point the gun at me properly now?"
"Hahaha! Do you think I can't aim at you?"
Lu Qiu laughed manically, eyes bulging as he cursed, "Take a good look! I'm pointing at who!"
With an expression of smugness on his face, as if he had captured some handle on Xu Fan, Xu Fan frowned warily and looked in the direction where the gun was pointed.
Due to the previous commotion and escape, many people were pushed down, trampled, and injured, unable to flee.
The person Lu Qiu was pointing his gun at was indeed someone Xu Fan recognized.
Xia Yanyu.
